Friday, February 4, 2011

BREATHING THE AIR OF WELCOME



A nightingale came singing one sunshine as I was listening
She brought me a pile of songs to soothe my mind
For it is at the brink of being swallowed up by poplar opinion
The lines keep me centered and calms my excited nerves
To say what I must say at the hearing, my head must be laid to rest
So in the chaos, the nightingale brings sweet songs that quiet spirit
In the lines are every word Man understand so I can know them better.

The days went by like a swamp of flies passing overhead
I lived with men in the age where crystal was made out of dirt
A new age where getting the first word is the order of the day
In this world I found use of my courage to say my mind
The persistence paved way, a way that leads into the holy of holies
So I learned to speak with conviction; telling it from my core being, my true voice.

My stay has been a blessing, men are prepared to hear me speak
First I must let them know I know them from high above
I know their ways, their fears, their hopes, their joy, and their pain.
I tread the cosmopolis and smoke the pipe with the seventh-old.
He teaches me all I need to know in the politics of men
He reads me a line in their genesis; the creature from mud - living the breath.
He quotes me Prophecy heralding the coming Kingdom beyond imagination.

 At their highest academy,  a friend took my hand to where they send air on a mission.
A small cave atop the rulers' block where ether is tapped and harnessed for Man's use
A natural harvest of spirited echoes that scream to the Temple's holy of holies.
This medium, the gatekeeper would not see me to demand a requisition.
For the word goes uncharted into the hearing to deliver the missive.
All that is required is the voice behind them; the voice of he who says it as it is.

A group of fellow lost soul listened, they gave an instant hearing!
To them the Voice came that they may hear what the spirits say.
"We love to hear you speak," the other birds assured the crow.
To this day opportunity seek my voice; and they come in slurry disguises.
I must know which one leads to what, I must watch their coming.
At long last I am granted the attention I asked for.
Given me at a cost that I paid for free; so I can let it be told free of charge.

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